Sight Of The Wind - Robert Wyatt

We could hear it

Before the shutters were open

The wind on the beach

Then we found miniature sand dunes

On the concrete of the balcony

And a dead leaf zig-zagging

Scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit

Before hitching a ride on a frisky gust

A plastic bag caught by a rail

Rearing to go, in such a flap

We set it free

To join a page of last week’s news

Racing high above the undulating beach

And the invisible flying sand

Casting a fast moving shadow

Stroking the beach clean

Yesterday’s footprints vanished

Replaced by smooth rippling wave formations

A copy of the sea

No one walking

Not even the dogs

A day for the rubbish to dance